A deep, masculine growl filled the air a second before his mouth abandoned her breast to leave a trail of kisses down the center of her abdomen…and below.
“Ah!”
Scarlett cried out as his mouth found her sex. She knew she was drenched for him from the sounds her body was making as he pushed one, then another finger inside her swollen core.
It seemed to be a perpetual given whenever this man was near. But rather than act as if he minded, Olly began licking and laving and sucking. Devouring her essence as if he were damn near starved for her taste.
His hand found the back of her leg, and in a gentle push, he guided it up and over one of his shoulders. She was fully open to him now. Open and completely exposed.
The position should have left her feeling vulnerable. Instead, it gave her power. Olly may think he was in control, but Scarlett knew the truth. He was only in control because she’dlethim take on that role.
Protector. Fake boyfriend. Domineering lover.
This man could play every one of those parts and more. But by handing the reins over to him, she’d actually been the one to gain all the power. One word from her, and he’d stop. She knew this to the very core of her soul. And why?
Because Oliver Garcia was a good man.
Regardless of the label society had put on him, Scarlett knew the truth. Yes, he’d gone to prison. But only because he’d been saving his sister from a sick, twisted pedophile.
And so what if Thomas’s report included his time spent on the streets? She didn’t fault him or see him as weak or beneath her. If anything Scarlett saw him as a survivor.
Strong. Determined. Willing to put his own wants and needs aside—willing to put himself indanger—simply because he was trying to find his missing friend.
A friend who also happened to be her sister.
So yeah. Anyone who would think less of this man for something like that…Theywere the problem. Not him. Not?—
“Olly!” Scarlett’s orgasm struck without warning.
Her knees buckled, and for a second there, she was certain she was going to fall. But Olly was there, ready to catch her. And in that moment, Scarlett instinctively knew…
He’ll always keep me from falling.
The next few minutes were a blur of orgasmic bliss as he lowered her trembling leg back down and then scooped her up and carried her to the bed.
She’d never had a man carry her like this before. Of course, she’d never climaxed against a door like that before, either. So there was that.
Olly laid her down onto the mattress. And just as he’d done the night before, he ordered her not to move. But fear of him changing his mind crept in, and before she realized she was moving, Scarlett scooted to the edge of the bed and her hands were reaching for him.
“Wait.” She held his narrow hips steady.
He was standing between her opened legs, his heated gaze burning down into hers. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re overdressed.” She smiled up at him.
Scarlett tucked her fingertips beneath the elastic at his waist. With her eyes locked onto his, she began pushing his boxer briefs down over his hips and down his long, strong, muscular thighs.
When she reached his ankles, Olly took over. Within seconds he was standing before her in all his natural-born beauty. And beautiful he was.
Oh. My. God.
The man was seriously blessed. Long and thick, his erection jutted out toward her as if it knew exactly where it belonged.
Unable to keep from it, Scarlett reached out and curled her fingers around him. Olly hissed in a breath, his abdominal muscles contracting in response to her touch.
He felt hot against her palm and there was a drop of moisture gathered at his tip. With a wicked grin, she brushed the pad of her thumb across the swollen head.
A low moan reached her ears, and Scarlett glanced up to find Olly’s lids falling shut. Wanting him to experience the same type of pleasure he’d already brought to her, she scooted further toward the edge and went in for a taste.